My Father's Life

He comes home the clock reads a little past two in the morning, he slams the door so hard it abruptly wakes the entire house up. Slamming things downstairs until I finally hear the fridge close and the light click off,heavy footsteps coming creeping upstairs step-by-step I hear the crunch of his thick leather boot. Eventually, after around an average of five minutes, he reaches the top, I can tell because there is a creek right past the last step.He throws open his bedroom door and flicks the light on not caring about my sleeping mother, who has to wake up the kids in the morning.I can finally rest my eyes when I know my father had put himself to bed safe and sound. This wasn’t the only night of the week my father had come home completely plastered. Ever since I can remember my father has had been an alcoholic. My mother was a …show more content…
I was adjusting slowly but surely. One night a couple of months after moving in my father comes banging loud on the door telling my mom to get out there, he looked like he was in the middle of a binge. He kept making threats to hurt all of us. My mother frantically called the police and they were there within ten minutes, one second I saw sirens the other, my father in the back of a police car. My mother decided to not press charges which I felt wasn’t a good move, but what did I know I was only thirteen silly me. After that my father calmed down for a while and accepted that he lost my mother to his addiction, he tried to shape up. He did, not completely but doing a whole lot better. When I reflect on this moment I realize how much impact it had on me, it’s scary seeing you father beating down your door and in the back of a police car. My father and I’s relationship isn’t what it was when I was a young girl, try to distance myself from in order to not get hurt again. I am trying to get close to him again since he’s trying to do better, I will at least give him a second